“This cannot be happening.” She couldn’t ski her way down the hill without becoming a witch-size boulder and taking out anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in her way. She couldn’t stay … because bladder. Summoning every ski lesson she’d ever taken—which obviously never “took”—Vi glanced down the hill and gulped. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” With a silent prayer to Goddess, she gently pushed off … and immediately knew she was in a witch-heap of trouble.
